Reporting to American Base Headquarters, Dave was much astonished to find orders there relieving him from command of the “Logan.”
“I didn’t know my work had been as bad as that,” Darrin smiled.
“Not bad work at all,” replied the staff officer who had handed him the order. “In the first place, you’ll be here to attend the court-martial of Ober-Lieutenant von Bechtold. Then there’s the case of your own seaman, Jordan, or whatever his name may be. You’ll have to testify at his court-martial, too. After both trials are over you will be ordered to the new duty to be given you.”
“I don’t suppose that I am expected to inquire what that new duty is?”
“As yet I cannot tell you about the new duty.”
“Who will command the ‘Logan,’ if I may ask?”
“Curtin. He has just received his step, and is now a lieutenant-commander.”
“And I have my step, too!” cried Danny Grin, coming up behind his chum and waving an official looking envelope. “I’m a lieutenant-commander. Been detached from service on the ‘Logan’ and must await new orders.”
“That goes for both of you,” said the staff officer smilingly.
“I wish I had a line on the new duty, though,” said Dalzell, as he turned away.